Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Let this Miss Bai stay in the Nine Mystic Mountain?

Why would I provoke the Shangyang Demon Sect and Li Mubai?

Although Bai Suzhen could bring Han Muye many spiritual rocks and find many spiritual herbs for him, their relationship was that of business partners.

Pure friendship.

Han Muye didn't think that he was qualified to provoke Li Mubai just because he and Ying Yang had worked together to kill the clone of the number one Daoist in the Western Frontier.

An incarnation was an incarnation. It did not even have 30% of the original body's combat strength.

And at that time, in the underground tunnel, Han Muye had used the power of Ying Yang's Sword to unleash his strength.

Ying Yang was that Patriarch's sword.

That Patriarch's surname was unknown. Han Muye only knew that he was the master of Sword Master Yuan Tian and Minister Wen, Wen Mosheng.

Han Muye did not dare to say how strong such a person's sword was.

He waved his hand and looked at Bai Suzhen with a smile. "Don't. The Nine Mystic Mountain can't compare to the Shangyang Demon Sect.

"It's better for Miss Bai to go back and inherit the family business."

Hearing his words, Bai Suzhen rolled her eyes at him, seemingly disappointed.

However, in the blink of an eye, a smile appeared on her face again. She chuckled and said, "Senior Brother, don't worry. I won't leave for two to three years.

"The Western Frontier has negotiated peace with the Southern Wasteland. The Western Frontier has received a large amount of spiritual rocks as compensation. Our business is booming."

With so many superior-grade spiritual rocks, he naturally had to spend them and exchange them for the strength of his sect.

Recently, in the fierce battle with the Southern Wasteland, all the sects had suffered huge losses. They had to replenish their strength as soon as possible.

It was the same for the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

The Grand Elder of the Golden Lineage, Lu Hao, had died. There was one less half-step Heaven Realm expert in the sect. Currently, several Golden Core elders of the Golden Lineage were cultivating with all their might, hoping to make up for Lu Hao's vacant position.

However, cultivation could not be rushed. Every advancement in the Core Formation realm would take decades or hundreds of years.

Currently, several eighth-level Core Formation elders of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were in seclusion.

Bai Suzhen's expression turned solemn as she said in a low voice, "By the way, the compensation for that Southern Wasteland is too large. I'm afraid there will be twists and turns when the sects distribute it."

Li Mubai led the peace negotiation, and the Shangyang Demon Sect naturally benefited greatly.

How the other nine sects were distributed was not just a competition of who contributed more.

Zhang Cheng of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect came out of seclusion?

It was obvious that this was the reason.

Many sects were fighting to become one of the nine sects of the Western Frontier for this huge sum of money.

"Didn't Miss Bai tell me that you're not in charge?" Han Muye said casually.

Back then, Han Muye felt that the supreme-grade pills refined should not be sold to the enemy sect of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. Bai Suzhen told him that he was not qualified to worry about the sect's matters.

The situation was the same now.

The sect master and Tuoba Cheng should be the ones to worry about fighting for that huge sum of money.

As long as Han Muye cultivated steadily and quietly refined pills, wouldn't he eventually obtain the spiritual rocks?

He only needed to secretly refine pills to exchange for the spiritual rocks that others had risked their lives for. Wasn't that good?

"Senior Brother, you're now an immortal of the sword path, the number one among the younger generation of the Western Frontier. Do you think you can stay out of this?" Bai Suzhen shook her head and said.

The two of them did not harp on this matter. Han Muye asked Bai Suzhen to help him find some more spiritual herbs.

There were not many spiritual herbs left to refine the Nine Revolutions Cloud Lotus Pill.

Bai Suzhen nodded, then looked at Han Muye and said, "Senior Brother Han, I wonder if you can help me refine a fifth-grade pill?"

Fifth-grade pill?

"Jade Bright Bone Pill?" Han Muye looked at Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen nodded.

This pill was the only fifth-grade pill in the Western Frontier that Han Muye knew of.

This pill could increase the compatibility between one's strength and the jade bone.

Bai Suzhen must have asked for the pill for Li Mubai.

But it could not be said that it was for Li Mubai, but it was for herself.

Her relationship with her father, Li Mubai, was not harmonious. With this pill, it could probably stabilize her position in the Shangyang Demon Sect.

After all, the Shangyang Demon Sect was in the limelight now.

"If there are spiritual herbs, I can refine them." Han Muye thought for a moment and nodded. Then he said, "But it will take at least three years."

"My cultivation level is not good enough for the time being. I'm afraid I can't control the final medicinal effect of the fifth-grade pill."

The medicinal power of a fifth-grade pill was indescribably rich. Han Muye could not control it for the time being.

In a few years, when his cultivation reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, or even the Earth Realm, he would have 100% confidence in refining a fifth-grade pill.

He also wanted to obtain the Jade Bright Bone Pill.

If he had this pill, it could greatly increase the speed of condensing the sword bone. If Lin Shen had such a pill, he could also speed up the fusion of the Heaven Realm jade bone.

"Three years." Bai Suzhen calculated and chuckled. "Alright, three years then."

She did not have enough spiritual herbs to refine the Jade Bright Bone Pill. She still needed to slowly collect them.

After Bai Suzhen left and Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion, Liu Hong came over and said, "Senior Brother, I saw a good thing recently."

Something good?

According to Liu Hong, he saw a sword in the black market of a market at the foot of the mountain.

This sword looked ordinary, but there was a strange power in it.

"It's very strange. I can't tell what's special about this sword, but I feel that it's extraordinary." Liu Hong spread his hands and said, "Back then, the stall owner offered 8,000 Spirit Stones. I wanted to suppress it, so I didn't buy it."

It was indeed not worth it to buy a mortal sword with 8,000 spiritual rocks in the black market.

If he was wrong, 8,000 spiritual rocks would be wasted.

"The market at the foot of the mountain?" Han Muye pondered for a moment and nodded. "If it's not far, show me."